Green Monster Epic

Aimee led several ranch employees, along with twenty pack llamas, down the wide road.

The jagged cliff face of Raging Rapids Bay, like a ruined landscape painting, slowly emerged on the undulating horizon.

On both sides of the road, stretching into the distance, were newly cultivated fields. Goblins, dark elves, gnolls, and others were busy between the fields, constructing irrigation ditches along the edges for future use.

No wonder they said Raging Rapids Bay needed labor. Aimee only roughly scanned the area, but the newly cultivated land in the bay was probably no less than a thousand mu. So much new land being cultivated, along with the construction of supporting irrigation facilities, was indeed a considerable project.

With the significant increase in rainfall in the Greenwild Plains, although Raging Rapids Bay was located upstream of Green Lake Town, the expanding water flow of the Turbid Water River and the frequent rainfall allowed the wilderness along the river to have more arable land.

The population of Raging Rapids Bay also increased significantly, bringing a large surplus of labor. Since there was so much spare labor and many more wastelands to cultivate, Ronald, the earth goblin in charge of Raging Rapids Bay, simply posted a public notice, allowing residents to freely reclaim land, as long as they paid sufficient rent according to tribal rules.

At the same time, Koffey, the head of the tribal farm, was not idle either. He personally led people to cultivate relatively fertile land, increasing the area of land under his control by hundreds of mu. However, this resulted in a shortage of labor for production and cultivation on the farm, which is why they wanted to find some animal power to fill the gap.

In fact, the tribe receives a large amount of grain through rent collection every year, which is basically enough to cover the payment of wages and the daily consumption of outposts such as Mustang Slope, Auro, and Mansa.

However, just like other tribes who understand the importance of stockpiling strategic reserves of grain, the Greenwild Tribe did not distribute all the land to the tribesmen, because these guys would often use a large amount of land to grow chili peppers, garlic, fruits, and vegetables—crops with higher added value—based on the profitability.

The reputation of Green Lake Town as a city of delicacies has finally been established. Since it can be called a city of delicacies, it would be unreasonable if the place where it is located did not have a comprehensive variety of fresh fruits, vegetables, and spice plantations.

Precisely because they were worried that the tribesmen would abandon growing grain for profit, the farms operated by the tribe have always occupied a large proportion of the tribe's reclaimed land, specializing in growing relatively low-value but essential grains.

When Raging Rapids Bay was in the hands of the Kobold Tribe, because the small mountain behind it contained mineral veins, the Kobolds focused more on the mining and smelting industries. Anyway, the Splintered Bone Tribe had a small population at the time, and the amount of grain needed was not large.

Later, with the decline of the Splintered Bone Tribe, after the territory was controlled and managed by the Greenwild Tribe, the mined-out mineral veins were naturally not valued. Instead, the land around the river bend that the Kobolds had disdained became the focus of attention for the Greenwild Goblins.

The arable land area of Raging Rapids Bay is much larger than that of Green Lake Town, which is surrounded by the Gobi Desert and only has some suitable land for cultivation along the banks of the Turbid Water River and the edge of Green Lake. Moreover, the fertility of these soils is also higher than that of Green Lake Town, so after occupying this territory, Allen and his subsequent managers regarded it as the tribe's grain production base. In addition to Green Lake Town itself being able to be self-sufficient, all the grain for the other outposts, and a portion of the grain supply for Fort Moir, are produced here.

"Director Aimee, how could we trouble you to personally send these animals over? Just let us know, and our own people would have gone to bring them back. It's just adding to your troubles."

Koffey received the news and hurriedly rushed over with a few subordinates, expressing his gratitude to Aimee.

"There's nothing going on at the ranch for the time being, so I thought I might as well come over for a stroll. It's been two or three months since I last came to your place."

Aimee said with a smile, "Every time I come to your place, I see a field of green, with wheat and millet seedlings rising and falling in the breeze, which makes people feel peaceful and much quieter than our noisy ranch."

"You haven't seen the hard work we do in the fields under the scorching sun every day. These delicate seedlings are also very uncomfortable when they scratch against people's bodies..."

The two chatted as they walked towards the town.

Although it's called a town, there are quite a few people settled in Raging Rapids Bay. Farming is a labor-intensive industry, requiring far more manpower than herding. Plus, it produces a lot of grain, making survival easier. Compared to the settled population of Mustang Slope, Raging Rapids Bay is much more prosperous.

There are blacksmith shops, potion stores, and grocery stores for daily necessities in the town. Even the most prosperous small restaurants in Green Lake Town have a few families running them here. Although business is a bit bleak on weekdays, they can still have some income to subsidize the daily expenses of these families.

However, with the gradual increase in merchants and travelers coming to and from the Greenwild Plains, there are also occasional outsiders visiting the town, and the business of these small shops has gradually improved. Although the skills of the goblins who run the shops are certainly not as good as the chefs in Green Lake Town, they have also formally studied cooking, so they naturally have their merits.

In addition to these industries needed for daily life, the town also has an industry that no other place has, which is a winery.

As soon as she entered the town, Aimee smelled a slightly sour smell of fermented grain, which permeated the town that backed against the cliff.

Unable to resist swallowing her saliva, fearing that Koffey would notice her embarrassment, Aimee quickly brought the topic back on track: "The number of pack llamas sent this time is only twenty. There should be dozens more left, which need to be uniformly distributed after the ranch owners discuss the quotas..."

"Understood, but we still need to thank you for taking care of us and sending these pack llamas to us in advance!"

Aimee thought that her interests were unknown, but in fact, Koffey and the others had already inquired about her preferences. When sending fresh fruits and vegetables to Mustang Slope, Koffey and the others would often add various wines produced in the town to these supplies.

"It's really embarrassing to trouble you so much this time. Why don't you just not go back tonight? We'll arrange a dinner in town as a reward."

"That's not good... We still have things to arrange at the ranch!"

"It won't delay anything. It's okay to go back early tomorrow morning!! Last time I competed with you in drinking, I actually lost to you. This time, no matter what..."

The brewery in Raging Tides Town produces popular malt liquor and beer, as well as small quantities of wine and sparkling honey wine. While the flavors aren't exactly those of famous wines, they have their own unique characteristics.

After all, there are similarities between cooking and brewing. Goblins may not have much else, but they do have quite a few skilled cooks. After some tinkering, they've really figured out a bit about brewing.

At least in the northern regions, the taste of Raging Tides' self-produced alcohol should be the best. Selling it to Fort Namur and Green Lake Town isn't a problem, and it brings them considerable profits.

Where there are adventurers, alcoholic beverages are naturally very popular. Fort Namur was able to attract the establishment of a branch stronghold of the Adventurers Guild, which shows that there are many adventurers active in this area.

If the tribe wasn't so strict about controlling rations, Ronald would even want to renovate the brewery and expand production. But if there's no grain, it doesn't matter. Ronald and the others have changed their approach to increase alcohol production, such as cultivating grapes and raising bees in wastelands and deserts unsuitable for growing grain, producing relatively more valuable wine and sparkling honey wine...

Life in the town is also very pleasant. The taverns are very lively in the evening. The hard work in the fields during the day is washed down with a glass or two of crude dark beer in the evening. Three or five companions chat idly about their youthful adventures, and everything is so peaceful. It doesn't seem like the life of a wilderness native at all.

In a private room on the second floor of the tavern, Koffey, Amy, and seven or eight other friends are gathered. They were all squeezed out of Greenfield Town and Fort Namur for various reasons. But even so, being able to serve as middle-level managers in strongholds like Mustang Slope and Raging Tides shows that they each have the talent, or their families have some influence.

Having developed to its current state, it is impossible for the Greenfield Tribe to not have small factions underneath. Take Facardo of Fort Namur and Terek of Green Lake Town, for example. Their families are two very influential families in the Greenfield Tribe.

Especially Facardo's family, because his father, Stoneborn, made his fortune early and laid a good foundation for the family. He also had several goblin descendants. By Facardo's generation, the family's population had also grown rapidly.

Being in a high position, wanting to arrange a few important positions for his relatives, and investing a little resources in cultivating the descendants of the family is just a matter of a few words. Sometimes they don't even need to speak, and someone will take the initiative to show diligence and take care of everything.

This is a consequence that must be borne after entering civilization. It is impossible for the Greenfield Tribe to completely rely on individual talent and ability to select suitable positions, as it did in the beginning. Of course, with the great patriarch Alan in charge, at least the mechanism of selecting talents through assessment still exists. Many talented people from lower-class families still have the opportunity to reverse their lives through their own efforts.

"...I can't drink anymore. This batch of pack llamas just arrived. I have to hurry up and pick out a batch to send the Auro Mine's half-year supply of food. Otherwise, it will be troublesome to transfer these pack beasts after others transfer the llamas!"

The short goblin Scott waved his hand. His originally emerald green face was now much darker due to excessive drinking, and his eyes glowed with a ghostly green light, like a wraith in the night.

The other tall and short goblins on the table looked disdainful, looking down on this cowardly guy who was deserting.

"Get out!! You gutless coward!"

Koffey laughed and cursed, then picked up the wine glass in his hand and staggered to Amy. He bent down slightly to accommodate the other party's height, tapped the wine glass against the one in her hand, and the two began to compete in drinking again.

Scott leaned against the cold stone wall of the tavern and slowly walked out, through the crowded hall below, and a gust of fresh air greeted him outside the spacious street.

There were few people on the street, and most of the shops were closed. Except for the dim yellow lights reflected on the windows facing the street, the whole town was almost quiet.

Shaking his head, Scott tried to calm down. Under the influence of alcohol, the brain's control over the body's actions also became clumsy. The surrounding scenes seen in the dim vision talent also had a double image, which was very unreal.

"Don't move, be careful, the knife in my hand doesn't have eyes!!"

When passing by a secluded alley, Scott only felt a sudden chill on his neck. The huge instinctive warning made most of his alcohol suddenly sober up.

The dagger was pressed tightly against Scott's neck, and the cold blade was almost about to cut through Scott's rough skin, scaring him to quickly restrain his body and dare not move, for fear of causing misunderstanding.

Before Scott could make any other movements, a gust of wind rushed straight to the vital point at the end of his cervical spine. The heavy blow made Scott feel a darkness in front of him, and his unconscious body tilted to the side.

When Scott woke up again, all the valuable pendants on his body were gone, obviously taken away by the robbers. He struggled to support himself on the ground, and the dull pain coming from the back of his neck made Scott feel scared. Fortunately, his physical fitness was not bad. With his mid-level 12 strength, he did not leave any hidden dangers under the opponent's clumsy beating.

However, in addition to being afraid, Scott was more angry. The security environment in the town was getting worse and worse. He had heard that there were thefts in the town every day before, and he only regarded them as fun. Now that the matter happened to him, he realized how much risk and problems were contained in it.

Looking around, making sure that no one noticed that he was robbed, Scott dared not stay in place and ran to his home.

As for the idea of finding the security office and questioning them about this matter, Scott suppressed it as soon as it popped up in his mind. He was still worried that this matter would be discovered. If it spread, it would definitely become a joke in the mouths of other colleagues. After all, he was considered a person with status in the town, and he couldn't afford to lose face!!

Of course, Scott also kept in mind to find an opportunity to reflect these problems to the security office and ask them to focus on cleaning up and rectifying the security situation in the town.

The original good mood became very bad because of the sudden robbery, and Scott couldn't sleep peacefully all night and was directly insomnia until dawn.

The next day, the short goblin with dark circles under his eyes came to the town granary early, scolding his men to work with a gloomy face, loading the grain that needed to be transported to the Auro Mine.